You who hold this writing in your hands, have you ever heard of the "attic babies"? Did it ever cross your mind how many souls never saw the light of day, while they were rushing to meet it, slipping from their mother's womb? You are unaware, reader, of the small and large dramas of a society that hid, like a cat hides its filth, slips, sins, even debauchery, wherever it could. In basements, in attics, and sometimes under the ground…

Many such babies were found, years later, when the old mansions were due to be turned into apartment buildings. The humidity conditions seemed to have played a role in turning them into tiny mummies that shocked those who discovered them. The attic babies…

But I am not among them… I am an attic baby but I lived. And I grew up… To write my story…